15 months of hell
i spent abroad
fighting terrorist
and flying generals

685 combat hours
and chronic fatigue
this is my past
tis my shadow

i can't escape
the dreams of black bags
the fallen soldiers
i couldn't protect

2 hours of sleep
waken by the dusk
the dawning of a new day
and there i stand

in my shadow
i can't escape
the pain of loss
that i felt last night

in the darkness
i'm trapped inside
bound and gagged
by fragile torture

tis my shadow
tis my life
bearing the scars
of a broken man

tis my shadow
i can't escape
nor ever forget
the tragedies or war

in my shadow
full of despair
silent strength
to repent my sins